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“Oh, it’ll be fun!” She cried enthusiastically. “Have you ever been to Paris? I’ve been to Paris! It’s lovely! Oh, it’ll be just like a sleepover, you’ll see – will you tell some of those fancy stories your brother was telling on the train? I’d like that!” Psyche blinked, unsure of how to respond. Instead she focused on what she had been wondering when Madame Chiu had called Kay into the room.

“Why did she call you Lei?”

“Oh. That’s my real name.” Kay crinkled her nose at the word “real.” “I don’t really like it. Sounds too stuffy and pretty. So I call myself Kay instead! But don’t tell grandmamma. Jun once decided it would be cute to call herself JunJun as a nickname. Grandmamma got so mad! She started saying all these things about how names are gifts from heaven and you shouldn’t be allowed to play with them like they’re toys. Personally I think that’s silly – JunJun would have been adorable! Perfect for Jun’s personality. Kind of like Kay is perfect for mine!” Kay always seemed to be going a mile a minute, leaving nearly no room for Psyche to jump in. Instead she just tried to keep up with what was being said.

When Madame Chiu came back upstairs, Psyche had honestly lost track of what she was talking about now, and was a bit grateful for the interruption. Kay certainly was likeable, but the amount of energy it took to keep up with her was quite intimidating.

Madame Chiu held out a change-purse. “That should be enough to take care of your travel and necessary expenses. Miss Lewis, will you need to return home before you leave?” Psyche nodded, reminding Madame Chiu that her younger brother had also come to London. “Kay, take the train back with Psyche so that she will not need to come back to London before departing.” Kay bounced again and Madame Chiu gave the softest smile that Psyche had seen from her yet. “Both of you be careful. The French can be bitter creatures. Especially when it comes to the English, Miss Lewis.”
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Going slowly. It would help if I didn't have a rather painful issue at the moment which requires some heavy painkillers. But I'm having fun writing, my friends are amazing, and my boyfriend is a dream.
So I don't mind the pain.

Afterall, it could be worse.
Haha, oh god... it could be way worse.
Sometimes you don't realize what you have until it's gone. And sometimes that is a very, very, very good thing.
Not to mention at least my significant other will openly say he's dating me. That's always a plus.